Cynddylan
I tried to numb the pain for Bella with my gift, tried to influence her to not feel the pain. I was doing anything and everything I could to help try and save my life. “Son, I think he’s genuinely innocent. Would you at least try for Bella?” The blonde vampire named Carlisle convinced hypnotically. Edward just stared at him and then at the delirious Bella and then at Carlisle again. He frowned at him in a God-I-wish-you-hadn’t-said-that way. He concentrated for a minute. “JACOB! Put him down!” Edward told the savage which was trying to suffocate me, he obeyed reluctantly, and I fell to the floor and my elbow softened the landing, but it still injured me. I groaned at the pain which panged through my entire left hand side. “That is such a shame. I felt like hitting something today.” He then spat in my direction and went to stand next to Bella again. The pain she had felt seemed to have evaporated and she just lolled there. She was breathing hard and she was shaking. Why had Cornelia stopped? Why? There was no time to think about that now; there were more important things to do. “I can help you find Renesmee, if you want?” I asked, genuinely trying to help. I had never felt this way before. I had never wanted to help any other vampire or human before, without wanting something in return or wanting my own way. I was trying to help. “We don’t need your help thank you.” Jacob sneered, disgusted at the thought. “Jacob, come on don’t be stupid, we need all the help we can get.” Carlisle spoke calmly, clearly and solemnly. “Yes maybe from someone else, but not from him!” Jacob retorted and then he walked to Sadie the boat, stepping on the golden sand gently as he went. My heart sank. I was only trying to help, but no, that’s not good enough. Edward looked at me apologetically, turned to Bella, lifted her easily from the sand, and walked to the boat. When everyone was on the boat, I turned to south-east; the direction of the city and airport. I’d show them. They’ll see. My throat was still throbbing. I had just landed in a small airport, I flew here by jet. I tried to pick up any scent of my sister. I raced through the streets of Scotland until a vaguely familiar odour entered my nostrils; Renesmee Carlie Cullen! I strained my legs to run faster, I must find her! FINALLY! I could see her figure, I rushed towards her. She was just seconds away! Her body was sculpted in the horizon. A strong wind blew in her direction, blowing her hair, red in the sunlight, into her face. Her body was wobbling, and she lost her balance.
Renesmee
had been walking nearly four hours straight and I was feeling it. Cornelia obviously had a limit on how far away she could control people. My jeans had turned into three quarter lengths on the way and my snow white blouse had fallen from my shoulders. All I was wearing now was my slip and handmade three quarter lengths. My feet were bare, again, and muddy, my bare arms and part naked legs covered in cuts and scrapes, and my head sore from hitting it on the floor when I fell, I suppressed on like a trooper, determined to fight on. Numbness nibbled my fingers and toes; I hugged my blouse tighter as the wind battered me again. I walked in the direction I thought was south; I just wanted to go home! I could have sworn I caught the scent of Cynddylan, I ran as fast as I could to get away, I did not just escape Cornelia to go back to her brother! Snow fell to the ground covering it. They fell like frosty drops of clarity, purifying everything it touched. They cold air breathed on me wildly and my dirty hair whipped in my face, making me blind. I lost my uneducated poor balance and fell, front first into the icy snow. I slid down the steep, rocky, mountain, slicing whatever was left of my rags and cutting my pallid skin. Suddenly the small mountain’s body came to a stop and I carried on rolling until I fell of the edge of the valley. The wind bit at me and I felt as if I was airborne. I felt as if I was flying instead of gliding, floating instead of falling. I smiled. Finally, my death is near. Thank god! It’s about time t-” My happiness slumped as my fall stopped and I found myself un-dead.
Cynddylan
As I caught the snow white body of Renesmee, I felt my frozen heart melt and I felt the need to kiss her, to smother her in kisses. Did vampires feel that way with half human, half vampire beings? No this is wrong! This can’t be. I looked at her wounds; her wrist bloody, like many other parts of her legs, arms –and oh my God! Her neck was covered in dried blood…CORNELIA! I picked up the unconscious body of Renesmee, there was an uncontrollably huge part of me that wanted to let my instincts take over and suck her blood, the other wanted to do anything to please her. My train of thought was interrupted by a sharp slap across my face. It didn’t hurt but my head turned to the side from the impact. “What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” The small body hissed. Her body had come to life quickly after that fall. “You bloody Bastard! What do you think you’re doing!?” She yelled. I smiled slyly,
“Why did you save? Get it in your thick skull, WE ARE MORTAL ENEMIES, LET ME GO!” she shrieked, I obeyed. She slapped me again, and then kicked me in the shin. I staggered back with surprise and pain. “A thank you might be nice.” I said in a dazed fashion. I was still confused about the slap. She pushed herself out of the grip of my frozen, stone arms and slapped me again. This one did hurt, but it wasn’t my face that had a sharp pain, it was my heart. “You just saved me! You just saved me! Why! I wanted to die. I wanted nothing more than to rot in the ground.” Anger was written in her, small, heart shaped face. My god she was stubborn. “What is it you want with me?!”
“Your safety…” I said softly, but quietly, this was wrong, she was right, we ARE supposed to be mortal enemies! I was extremely stunned and I needed to sit down. My emotions ran wild and I felt tired. My heart hurt and felt as if it were ripping apart…
I tried to numb the pain for Bella with my gift, tried to influence her to not feel the pain. I was doing anything and everything I could to help try and save my life. “Son, I think he’s genuinely innocent. Would you at least try for Bella?” The blonde vampire named Carlisle convinced hypnotically. Edward just stared at him and then at the delirious Bella and then at Carlisle again. He frowned at him in a God-I-wish-you-hadn’t-said-that way. He concentrated for a minute. “JACOB! Put him down!” Edward told the savage which was trying to suffocate me, he obeyed reluctantly, and I fell to the floor and my elbow softened the landing, but it still injured me. I groaned at the pain which panged through my entire left hand side. “That is such a shame. I felt like hitting something today.” He then spat in my direction and went to stand next to Bella again. The pain she had felt seemed to have evaporated and she just lolled there. She was breathing hard and she was shaking. Why had Cornelia stopped? Why? There was no time to think about that now; there were more important things to do. “I can help you find Renesmee, if you want?” I asked, genuinely trying to help. I had never felt this way before. I had never wanted to help any other vampire or human before, without wanting something in return or wanting my own way. I was trying to help. “We don’t need your help thank you.” Jacob sneered, disgusted at the thought. “Jacob, come on don’t be stupid, we need all the help we can get.” Carlisle spoke calmly, clearly and solemnly. “Yes maybe from someone else, but not from him!” Jacob retorted and then he walked to Sadie the boat, stepping on the golden sand gently as he went. My heart sank. I was only trying to help, but no, that’s not good enough. Edward looked at me apologetically, turned to Bella, lifted her easily from the sand, and walked to the boat. When everyone was on the boat, I turned to south-east; the direction of the city and airport. I’d show them. They’ll see. My throat was still throbbing. I had just landed in a small airport, I flew here by jet. I tried to pick up any scent of my sister. I raced through the streets of Scotland until a vaguely familiar odour entered my nostrils; Renesmee Carlie Cullen! I strained my legs to run faster, I must find her! FINALLY! I could see her figure, I rushed towards her. She was just seconds away! Her body was sculpted in the horizon. A strong wind blew in her direction, blowing her hair, red in the sunlight, into her face. Her body was wobbling, and she lost her balance.
Renesmee
had been walking nearly four hours straight and I was feeling it. Cornelia obviously had a limit on how far away she could control people. My jeans had turned into three quarter lengths on the way and my snow white blouse had fallen from my shoulders. All I was wearing now was my slip and handmade three quarter lengths. My feet were bare, again, and muddy, my bare arms and part naked legs covered in cuts and scrapes, and my head sore from hitting it on the floor when I fell, I suppressed on like a trooper, determined to fight on. Numbness nibbled my fingers and toes; I hugged my blouse tighter as the wind battered me again. I walked in the direction I thought was south; I just wanted to go home! I could have sworn I caught the scent of Cynddylan, I ran as fast as I could to get away, I did not just escape Cornelia to go back to her brother! Snow fell to the ground covering it. They fell like frosty drops of clarity, purifying everything it touched. They cold air breathed on me wildly and my dirty hair whipped in my face, making me blind. I lost my uneducated poor balance and fell, front first into the icy snow. I slid down the steep, rocky, mountain, slicing whatever was left of my rags and cutting my pallid skin. Suddenly the small mountain’s body came to a stop and I carried on rolling until I fell of the edge of the valley. The wind bit at me and I felt as if I was airborne. I felt as if I was flying instead of gliding, floating instead of falling. I smiled. Finally, my death is near. Thank god! It’s about time t-” My happiness slumped as my fall stopped and I found myself un-dead.
Cynddylan
As I caught the snow white body of Renesmee, I felt my frozen heart melt and I felt the need to kiss her, to smother her in kisses. Did vampires feel that way with half human, half vampire beings? No this is wrong! This can’t be. I looked at her wounds; her wrist bloody, like many other parts of her legs, arms –and oh my God! Her neck was covered in dried blood…CORNELIA! I picked up the unconscious body of Renesmee, there was an uncontrollably huge part of me that wanted to let my instincts take over and suck her blood, the other wanted to do anything to please her. My train of thought was interrupted by a sharp slap across my face. It didn’t hurt but my head turned to the side from the impact. “What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” The small body hissed. Her body had come to life quickly after that fall. “You bloody Bastard! What do you think you’re doing!?” She yelled. I smiled slyly,
“Why did you save? Get it in your thick skull, WE ARE MORTAL ENEMIES, LET ME GO!” she shrieked, I obeyed. She slapped me again, and then kicked me in the shin. I staggered back with surprise and pain. “A thank you might be nice.” I said in a dazed fashion. I was still confused about the slap. She pushed herself out of the grip of my frozen, stone arms and slapped me again. This one did hurt, but it wasn’t my face that had a sharp pain, it was my heart. “You just saved me! You just saved me! Why! I wanted to die. I wanted nothing more than to rot in the ground.” Anger was written in her, small, heart shaped face. My god she was stubborn. “What is it you want with me?!”
“Your safety…” I said softly, but quietly, this was wrong, she was right, we ARE supposed to be mortal enemies! I was extremely stunned and I needed to sit down. My emotions ran wild and I felt tired. My heart hurt and felt as if it were ripping apart…
